I feel as if I have been recast, wrought and hammered into a weapon of singular purpose. Long have we hacked away at the branches of evil, now with the power of the Amulet of Kings coursing through my body, it is time to strike at it’s very root.
The dread horns bellow once more, the air about roils with hatred, and a horde of daedra swarm upon me.
Molag Bal can but watch as one by one his most trusted guard falls meekly to my blade. Unencumbered by pity, compassion or remorse, it is a most savage slaughter.